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Disney Dreams, a nighttime spectacular and magical show for the 20th anniversary of Disneyland® Paris
Dream Gleamer arrives to the house and meet other dream beauties that live here. Other ponies are sure invited too.
From the left:
Morning Glory, Stardazzle, Strawberry Surprise, Starsong (only leg is visible), Colormist, Fairflyer, Sky Splasher.
Dream Gleamer is in the next photo.
Ancestors Dream of Skulls
32"x 60"x2"panel mix media, photo and digital paint on Rho board coated.
shown at Somnambulist
©2010 nancy bechtol
Dream Theater
@ Greek Theatre
Los Angeles, CA
August 29, 2009
All photos © Kaley Nelson - www.KaleyNelson.com
Local: Pista de SBC
Contato: edisonvigena@gmail.com
Favor ao usar imagem colocar devidos créditos : Edison Vigena Jr
"Put your dreams on a ladder and keep climbing..."
Photo of my son who loves everything space :)
Central Washington State Fair International Photographic Exhibit - Best of Class: Large Color: Experiment- 2016
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Digitale Fotobearbeitung
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Suchbegriff Michael Bauerschmidt eingeben.
Dream is a sculpture, a piece of public art, in St Helens, Merseyside, England.
Dream was designed by the Spanish artist and sculptor Jaume Plensa as part of The Big Art Project organised by the television company Channel 4 in 2009. It is sited on an old slag heap of Sutton Manor Colliery which closed in 1991 and it overlooks the M62 motorway.
It consists of an elongated white structure 20 metres (66 ft) tall, weighing 500 tons, which has been carved to resemble the head and neck of a young woman with her eyes closed in meditation. The structure is coated in sparkling white Spanish dolomite, as a contrast to the coal which used to be mined here. It cost nearly £1.9 million and it is hoped it will become as powerful a symbol in North West England as Antony Gormley's Angel of the North is in North East England
A small kid selling stuff roadside taken during Bonalu festival in Hyderabad.
Bonalu (Telugu: బోనాలు ) is a Hindu festival of the Goddess of power, Mahakali, celebrated in Hyderabad, Secunderabad and parts of Telangana and Rayalaseema in India. It is celebrated in the month of Ashada masam, in July/August. Special poojas are performed for Yellamma on the first and last day of the festival. The festival is also considered a thanksgiving to the Goddess for fulfillment of vows.
you couldn't see her face, but you saw everything else.
the title of this photo was inspired by lyrics to dirty dream number two
Woodward Avenue Dream Cruise 2011
Detroit Suburbs
August 20, 2011
These photos are dedicated to my grandma that passed at 5:30am; 8/20/11. The morning of the Dream Cruise.
A little fill from an off-cam flash/umbrella on a stand to the right hit the interior. Golden hour shot!
The early evening rain washed away the cruise. Some headlights provided fill of the rear. What a sweet car! The quad headlight '61-62 'Vettes with the "Stingray" rear end are some of my favorites.
© 2011 Michael Lavander. All rights reserved.
No usage without written permission.
Dreams Old
by D H Lawrence
I have opened the window to warm my hands on the sill
Where the sunlight soaks in the stone: the afternoon
Is full of dreams, my love, the boys are all still
In a wistful dream of Lorna Doone.
The clink of the shunting engines is sharp and fine,
Like savage music striking far off, and there
On the great, uplifted blue palace, lights stir and shine
Where the glass is domed in the blue, soft air.
There lies the world, my darling, full of wonder and wistfulness and strange
Recognition and greetings of half-acquaint things, as I greet the cloud
Of blue palace aloft there, among misty indefinite dreams that range
At the back of my life’s horizon, where the dreamings of past lives crowd.
Over the nearness of Norwood Hill, through the mellow veil
Of the afternoon glows to me the old romance of David and Dora,
With the old, sweet, soothing tears, and laughter that shakes the sail
Of the ship of the soul over seas where dreamed dreams lure the unoceaned explorer.
All the bygone, hushèd years
Streaming back where the mist distils
Into forgetfulness: soft-sailing waters where fears
No longer shake, where the silk sail fills
With an unfelt breeze that ebbs over the seas, where the storm
Of living has passed, on and on
Through the coloured iridescence that swims in the warm
Wake of the tumult now spent and gone,
Drifts my boat, wistfully lapsing after
The mists of vanishing tears and the echo of laughter.
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